Yeah. Might as well actually get at your pancakes, too, before they get cold. Thanks.
[He reaches out to take the phone, eyes falling on those messages. He could scroll up to see the ones about himself, but he honestly doesn't have it in him to care about those.
He reads through the conversation slowly, alternating between sips of coffee and biting at his lower lip. His brows knit together, and while there's a definite sadness that settles in his eyes, that fire never dies out.
He was missing an illusion, Elliot. A mirage.
Like hell.
My past self hesitated
Rean asked him if it was all a lie, and he hesitated
That makes more sense with the Crow he remembers from afterward, the one in the dark coat, the one who made him lunch and asked him about girls to try to throw him off of serious topics, who fought alongside him at the end, who...]
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Yeah. Might as well actually get at your pancakes, too, before they get cold. Thanks.
[He reaches out to take the phone, eyes falling on those messages. He could scroll up to see the ones about himself, but he honestly doesn't have it in him to care about those.
He reads through the conversation slowly, alternating between sips of coffee and biting at his lower lip. His brows knit together, and while there's a definite sadness that settles in his eyes, that fire never dies out.
He was missing an illusion, Elliot. A mirage.
Like hell.
My past self hesitated
Rean asked him if it was all a lie, and he hesitated
That makes more sense with the Crow he remembers from afterward, the one in the dark coat, the one who made him lunch and asked him about girls to try to throw him off of serious topics, who fought alongside him at the end, who...]